I don't really want to go I don't really wanna stay But I really hope and pray Can we get it together Get it together (Mustard on the beat, ho) I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath 'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hunnid racks inside my jeans I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin' I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the mornin' I was broke now I'm rich, these niggas salty All this designer on my body got me drip, drip (ayy) Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn't forget, bet I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back These *****es know me now, 'cause I got them big racks 'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that Young nigga on the corner, *****, I had to

Freddy